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I do believe the prince's mouth is about to write a very big check in his kingdom's name...
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A pretty shrewd observation of Monther's nature. Something might intervene before that has a chance to happen . . .
THE DRAGON'S PLEA (PART 1) A Sir Neva Mar tale
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Written 2006
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King Nevea Mar, of the tiny kingdom of Pons Culiar, looked at the letter in mild disbelief. There were two reasons for his perplexity. The first and obvious one was that he was not aware that Granmorrigan could write. The other was the content of the letter itself.
It was a bit hard to read because Granmorrigan’s writing was not the neatest. That was understandable, since Granmorrigan was a dragon. The poorly spelled and sloppily written letter contained the most unusual request that any Knight Errant had ever received. King Neva was sure of THAT. It read:
My good knight, Sir Neva Mar:
I do hope that you recall both the Princess Rowan and myself with some kindness. It was your willingness to allow us to stay together, instead of battling us to force Rowan to return to an unhappy life that she did not want, that gives me the courage to ask this favor.
Please help me to save the Princess from a forced marriage. It happened that, while we were out hunting aurochs for our dinner a fortnight past, my friend was kidnapped and taken to a castle too stout for me to risk an attack alone. She is now the prisoner of the greedy Prince Monther, son of King Gran, in the castle of Mongerbasse. It is his plan to inherit the kingdom of Farway from King Arnot by marriage to Princess Rowan. As King Arnot of Farway had already planned for this same union, he will not help us.
This is considered a matter of State, so Princess Rowan’s feelings are counted as nothing. I know that YOU do consider her wishes to be important or you would not have left us in peace and wished us well.
All that I can say is, Rowan is my friend. Please help us if you can.
Granmorrigan
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I do believe the prince's mouth is about to write a very big check in his kingdom's name...
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Of which he noticed :
"The Hand that shaped your clay made us as well."
You know, this is a very apt and poignant message for Pride Month as well!
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This is absolutely correct. I always meant it to be about tolerance. The Pride connection never occurred to me. However it does fit both my intent and Pride perfectly.
Thank you, my friend, for this wonderful insight.
Oh, the joys of country living!!
Had a bit of a thunderstorm last night. The washout area with waves is about 2 feet deep. The long area beyond is a 1/2 mile long branch to another big channel, worse than this one. Beyond that is a flood plain which is, flooded I mean.
At least I am on good high ground.
Glad that you are safe! We've been getting hammered with flood levels of rain around here, too.
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The villagers were beginning to look at each other with a touch of relief. Lamira, in her chains, spoke earnestly, calling out, “Oh, Sir Neva Mar! Let no harm come to these people! They do this to me of fear and a righteous wrath for they have been greatly wronged!”
One of the villagers pointed dramatically and cried out, “She admits it!”
“Nay!” Sir Neva exclaimed, facing the crowd. “She has not! She did support your claim that you have been wronged! She has also plead for your lives!”
Turning Tschadow in a tight circle and coming to face her closely, Sir Neva demanded of her, “Lady Lamira, how long have you been hereabouts?”
“Good Sir, I have been here since last winter.”
Nodding to himself at her answer, he requested, “What do you know of the wrongs that these people have suffered?”
Lamira began to relax somewhat in her chains and said, “You must know that, being a ghoul, I see in the dark as well as by the light of the sun. In the time that I have been here I have watched as eleven graves were despoiled.”
An angry man, the village smith, to judge from the hammer in his hand, demanded, “If it was not you, then who? Do we have two ghouls?”
Sadly shaking her head, Lamira gave answer, “Nay, Master Smith, there is but me. I am the only ghoul here. The graverobbers came down from yon castle. They were two ill-favored men, dark of hair and beard. They opened the graves with strange shovels …”
Sir Neva held up a hand to interrupt her narrative. Earnestly he addressed the whole village. “Good people, last night, upon the old road I did meet with King Bruice. With him were many others, among them the prince and a man named Corun, who asked the prince to help dig a fire pit. They had shovels just as lady Lamira describes. The pit that they dug in my presence looked as if riven from the ground by the bare hands of a ghoul. Now, do go on, Lady Lamira.”
Her chains jingled as she turned a questioning look upon Sir Neva. She resumed, “They rived the dead of all the rings, jewels, pins, coins necklaces and any other things of value that they had been buried with and dumped the bodies to the wolves in the woods south of here. Their booty was taken up to the castle.”
The mob began to stir in outrage. The headman demanded, “As you knew where they were put, did you then eat of our dead? What of our fathers, mothers, grandparents and children?”
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GHOUL FRIEND (part 1) A Sir Neva Mar tale
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Sir Neva Mar rode carefully through the woods. It was nearly dark and the road was disused and easy to miss in the tangle of overgrowth. The small kingdom of Culiar was somewhere up ahead. Sir Neva Mar consulted his map again, shaking his head at the sense of humor of some cartographers.
A note at the foot of the map explained that the kingdom had originally been known as Pons Culiar after a bridge over the river Culiar. The kingdom being small and the bridge long fallen, it was now abbreviated P. Culiar or simply Culiar. The map-maker had chosen to use P. Culiar.
The place was as remote as you could get. It was half way through the low but rugged Mons Trous mountains. Sir Neva was well into those mountains now and the boundary of Culiar had to be somewhere near.
Voices up ahead brought him to the alert. He loosened his sword in its sheath and checked that his shield was ready. There was no harm in being prepared and much risk in unreadiness. Leaving his horse Tschadow to await his return, Sir Neva spied on ahead up the road on foot and as silently as only a skilled tracker could go.
Around a small copse of young trees growing in the midst of the road, Sir Neva saw an oddly assorted group. Most were richly dressed nobles of one sort or another. Dogs were all about. There was a priest along. They were led by a man with a circlet crown on his head. It looked to be a royal hunt of some sort.
One ill-favored, dark haired young man spoke to the man with the crown, saying in a whiny voice, “Father, Corun wants ME to help dig the fire pit! I’m a prince, not a villein!”
Another, twisted of body and apparently of soul as well, judging from his obsequious manner, louted himself low and replied to the assault, “Good my king Bruice, I but asked his highness if he would assist in making a fire pit to warm your royal self. He digs willingly enough when it’s treasure we seek!”
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“The creature is very dangerous. It defends itself stoutly when attacked!” Here's a wild thought... Maybe.. DON'T ATTACK HER UNPROVOKED? *snickers* Well this is what happens when you're dealing with maliciousness and ignorance..
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The thought of an evil Rapunzel braiding hooks into her hair to trap her prey is truly horrific. Sounds like something out of a Clive Barker story!
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I will cheerfully take the compliment, though I was aiming a bit more for Tanith Lee.
RAPUNZEL, ACT 2 (1 PART) A Sir Neva Mar tale
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It’s malice you know. What they say about the Witch I mean. Sure, there is a tower out there in the woods. Sure, it’s hard to get to. There’s a beauty in it too. Locked up tight.
Are you prince, perhaps? Just a knight on a Quest? No? Good. Don’t meddle with Rapunzel. That’s the lady in the tower. Trust me on this, you’ll be a happier man if you leave her alone. Only the Witch goes to see her. The Witch looks after her.
Sir Neva Mar had listened to the peasants at the inn with interest. It was obvious that something was up. Sir Neva Mar was a questing knight. He was always looking for the wrong to right or the princess to save.
That last still rankled. He had successfully tracked the dragon and found the princess. Problem was, she not only hadn’t wanted to be saved, she had faced him down with a spear and run him off. It seemed that she had wanted to stay with the dragon. It simply wasn’t right.
Sir Neva Mar was following the faint track carefully. It was hard to see and he was a skilled tracker. Sometimes he had to dismount to be sure of where the track went. His quarry was cunning. The Witch had nearly lost him with that trick back at the stream. Then, there had been the doubling back and at one point she had taken to the trees.
None of her tricks could fool Sir Neva Mar for long. The land was rising now and the forest changing with it from hardwoods to pines. The ground was getting rockier and still the witch led him on.
She showed no sign that she knew the he was following her. It seemed that she used this sort of precaution as a matter of routine. That was how come Sir Neva Mar had not lost her. She had got careless and left little, subtle clues.
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I always love seeing the ages-old tale of the knight, the maiden and the dragon get completely turned on its head! XD
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They are fun to write like that, too!
I started Sir Neva Mar stories for my 9 year old niece. The tales get more complex as she aged.
PRINCESS ROWAN, (1 part) A Sir Neva Mar tale.
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Sir Neva Mar rode through a tangle of thick woods. It was hard to keep going in the right direction because of all the tangled and twisted tree trunks and roots in his way. The gloom under the trees made it difficult to see very far either.
Sir Neva was on a quest or he would have just given up. The Princess Rowan had vanished without a trace a fortnight (that’s two weeks) ago. She had been out riding to hunt with some friends and ladies in waiting when she went into these very woods and vanished. Some of her companions claimed to have seen a dragon. Searchers had found nothing.
Sir Neva was famous for his skill at following tracks that others could not even see. King Arnot had promised that if Sir Neva could find her, he could marry the Princess and have the kingdom of Farway when King Arnot should die. Because there was a kingdom to be won and a quest to be done, Sir Neva was now following the tracks that he was following.
He feared that he would not get the kingdom of Farway though. The tracks that he was following were a dragon’s. They had met the tracks of the Princess Rowan’s palfrey (that’s a riding horse) and then the horse had run away wildly and the places it went, no rider could have stayed on. There had been no sign of the Princess. So now Sir Neva followed the dragon further and further into the woods, even across the river of Griff.
Once past the river, he was no longer in the kingdom of Farway. In fact, he was in debatable lands that no kingdom claimed. If dragons denned there, Sir Neva could understand why no kingdom wanted the land.
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You know, the Longin may be a good ship and have honorable dealings, and Mord may be a decent man, but boy, is it a CRAP ship for an orphan to grow up on..
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In Kurin's case, true. As it happens, there were certain unusual circumstances that she didn't know about. There were certain things about her mother's madness that the ship kept from her because they did care about her.
This is dealt with in the next novel of her life, KURIN'S FOLLY.
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“Why, one,” said Master Juris, bothered now by where the questions might lead. Master Clard and the others all followed in a ragged chorus, “One.”
“Could you all hear the drum talk between the ships?” Kurin had hands on hips now, and determination in her tone.
Again the chorus of yeses sounded.
“So, you knew that Mister Kotance was attempting to seize my personal property on the pretext that I was only a child as Master Juris just tried to claim as well? That he was trying to take a ship and murder people that you all knew very well were seeking redress of wrongs done to them by the fleet? Then you just stood by and let at least a quarter of the crew risk Scattering for participation in piracy? It wasn’t until Mord Halyn, whom I still regard as my Captain, tried to deal with the results of the piracy’s failure that you, your apprentices and journeymen finally emerged in spite of the guards and took over, as you should have done at once.
“Now you throw in our faces the attempt to save you from the results of your own folly?” Kurin finished severely, “Take the Wergeld offer. Save your ship. Or take the Fleet Law and lose it.”
While the Longin’s abashed officers and Masters conferred, Kurin turned to Tanlin. “Thanks for that hug. I really needed it.”
“Oi know,” she replied. “Ye needed ‘Igh Cloud too.”
Softly, Kurin asked, “Lady — Captain Tanlin, can you take something from me?”
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Of which he giggled :
"How would you like it if we kicked you out?"
"Do it!"
Juris:
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Exactly dead on!! Tbh, Juris is not only shocked, he doesn't realize how carefully Kurin is working to save him and the Longin.
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Sarfin nodded and began writing swiftly and neatly on a fresh sheet of parchment. He paused for a moment and conferred with Sula briefly. Her eyes went wide and she nodded vigorously. He wrote for a few more moments. The parchment was given to a clerk who took it and disappeared in the direction of the scriptorium.
When the clerk returned, he gave the parchment back to Sarfin along with several copies. Sarfin handed one copy to Kotance who began to read and then snarled, “This is insane! Attempted Piracy? Mutiny? Murder? Attempted murder? Theft? Falsification of Council documents? Rape? Violation of the Second Great Law? Who am I supposed to have stolen from? These witnesses are children like her!” He ended by pointing dramatically at Kurin.
Kurin pounced on his statement at once. “You just qualified them as witnesses! You know very well that I am a legal adult since I got my journeyman’s certificate. If they are like me, then they are viable witnesses by your own testimony.” Sarfin nodded and wrote quietly and quickly on another parchment. Sula looked surprised and then stifled a guffaw. Some of the audience laughed outright.
Sarfin raised his hands for silence and after a few moments, got it. “Mister Kotance, You have now been formally charged with crimes. Some of these are capital charges. Included with the charges are a list of witnesses who will testify in your case.
“You may speak to these witnesses under supervision. You may seek any other witnesses that you need and the fleet will produce them for you, if possible. Other than as needed to prepare your case, you will be held in custody until your trial at the next Spring Gathering of the Naral fleet. If you need an advocate, you may obtain one of your choice or the fleet can provide you with one. Your choice or changes in your choice of advocate will not be allowed to delay your trial. Exercise both care and wisdom in this matter.”
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The Tale of the Telltale Blade. Kotance is well and truly cooked.
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That's such a Poe pun that I don't have the HEART to respond to it.
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Without hesitation, Gemma pointed out Kotance.
Kurin quietly said, “Thank you, Gemma, that will be all.”
As Gemma turned to leave, Kotance shouted, “Come back here, you Grandalor trash! Now it’s my turn to ask the questions!”
Sarfin’s angry voice overrode him. “MISTER KOTANCE! This is not a trial. The witness is merely providing the Court with the information it needs to decide who, if any, should be charged with crimes listed. If you are charged, you may then speak to the witnesses listed in the information given to you.”
In the audience, several of the Grandalor’s crew, including little Arnat were holding back Darkistry, who had murder in her eye and a knife in her hand. Arnat said, “Please, Darkistry, don’t spoil things now. Kurin’s just got you justice before the fleet.”
Darkistry looked down at Arnat and managed to pull together a smile for him as she calmed down. “You’re right, Arnat.” She handed him the knife in her hand and said, “Kids your age aren’t supposed to have knives, Arnat, so let Officer Paddles keep this for me — ” She thought for a second and sheepishly added, “And this, too.” A knife came out of the back of her shirt collar. “… And these.” She pulled two more, one from each boot.
Kurin waited patiently while Darkistry disarmed herself. “Darkistry, will you come here, please?” When the helmswoman came to her, Kurin took her hand and asked, “Can you keep it together in front of Kotance? Stick to straight answers to what Sarfin and I ask. Don’t give us opinions unless we ask for them. This is a kind of battle. Treat it like one, OK?”
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Kotance was one cunning bastard, weren't they? Very nearly got away with it, too. I think they overplayed their hand by having everyone confined to quarters while they did their dirty deeds towards the end.
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Right. He nearly did get away with it. The confinement of the Masters in their shops was a calculated risk, necessary to his plot. They would have stopped him if they were sure of what was happening. In fact, they didn't come out until after the engagement was over.
He was defeated by Darkestry's superior seamanship.
